Still No Closer

These long nights are full of waiting

I stand, aiming my receiver

Pulse that quickens when the signal pours in

And I, the warm translator

I, the warm translator, ooh-ooh

The warm vibrations and the emptiness

And the black sky past the curtain

I am speaking in images converted

Between myself and the world

Out into the world

And you're full of information

You're full of information

Full of information

Some things you have known forever in your mind

But how will you describe them?

You try with abstraction, and you try with example

But still no closer

Still you don't get closer, ooh-ooh

And you're full of information

You're full of information

Full of information

These long nights are full of waiting

I stand, aiming my receiver

Pulse that quickens when the signal pours in

And I, the warm translator

I, the warm translator, ooh-ooh

And you're full of information

You're full of information